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shadows follow my every move
colors run dry when i cry
no one looks up to me except one
its not love at first sight you should rely on
its when you look hard that you find the beauty within
even the lowest of creatures
even poison can turn to the sweetest of things
when you look at it another way
a rose is all alone
in the woods, stiff as stone
the went by looks, so thats what they took
all alone the rose lives
untill an angel comes to greet
and tells the rose she is beautiful